All That's Left

You lost your smile

somewhere in a pile

of that grey dust.

We miss and grieve,

but you had to leave;

Everyone must.

A month ago you were still here,

now I'll never see you again, my dear.

Ashes, all that's left of you.

I'll come around

and I hope you do too

when I'm at your grave

make a sound

and keep me safe

all around.

Reviews

[Rachid Amrani]

Hopefully the ashes will rise and reincarnate themselves and pump life into the YOU again so that he might come back again. The grave is too beautiful a metaphor despite its melancholic allegory (death). But before death comes life, long and can be filled with love and passion to allow two hearts to unite. Very beautifully written. You made excellence use of your poetic gift and you did a good job using the words sparingly, in a rhythmic fashion that evokes the reader's emotions.
Warmly,
R